May 2, 2015
Dear Journal,
No!
She can't be gone.
Not her.
Not Hannah.
This is a joke. A fucking joke. She's playing a prank on us. This is so like her to do something like this—to have us all worried about her for no reason. She's hiding in the leaves. She's waiting backstage. She's away in the mountains, peacefully counting the seconds until she's found.
I didn't really see what I thought I saw. None of us did. They can't make me believe it. You can't believe something that isn't true. It wasn't real. THAT wasn't HER. She's still alive. She wouldn't do this to herself. She wouldn't do this to us.
She wouldn't do this to me.
No. I don't believe it.
But then why does it hurt so much?
YOU ARE READING
Amber
Teen FictionThe Austins moved to Oak Creek Indiana to escape reminders of a family tragedy. To forget their past. For the first time in her sixteen years, Hailey Austin is without a sibling. Haunted by the memory of a sister she can never recover and a death sh...
